delicate purple sweetness,pipe your secrets in my earsing to me while I bury my facein your perfumethe essence of somethingso far away in my memoryI can barely see it on the horizonbut it approachesat a run, swift as a riverwashing over my senses asI close my eyesand breathe it in Thank you for reading!
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The Poetry Patio 